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Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Poor Little Guy!
As if choking wasn't bad enough. My son spent most of the weekend sleeping. I guess he was preparing for his marathon of vomiting and diarrhea. He woke up Monday morning vomiting, and it didn't stop until late Tuesday night. He was able to keep enough down that he didn't get to dehydrated. He is feeling much better, but still has the diarrhea. The doctor said it was, "Gastroenteritis".
Friday, October 10, 2008
Worlds Worst Mother!
It is official I am the worlds worst mother. I gave my son pizza crust. He is 8 1/2 months, and eats biter biscuits, wagon wheels, crunchies, and puffs (all from Gerber). I thought that he would be fine. I was sitting right next to him carefully watching him. I kept checking to make sure he didn't bite off a big piece.
I don't know how it happened, but it did. Some how he took a bite that was just the right size to choke him. He started vomiting. I didn't know what to do. I have had CPR classes, and am CPR certified. Nothing I learned prepared me for what happened. I didn't expect anything that happened to actually happen. I didn't know he would vomit, and he definitely didn't grab at his throat. I guess that's only for adults. I held him forward so gravity could do it's job, but other than that I froze. I was so scared I couldn't do anything.
After he stopped vomiting we thought all was ok. He never stopped breathing. I was holding him close, and feeling really bad. Then I realized he wasn't fine at all. I yelled for my husband who put his finger down Christopher's throat and discovered something in the back. Unfortunately, all he did was push it further back. During all this time he was breathing fine. So I think it was just stuck in the back of his throat.
He eventually swallowed it, and was fine. I held him close for ever, feeling horrible. Afterward he was sore for a while, but back to his usual self after about 15 minutes of resting on Mommy's lap. Even though he is fine I still feel awful. I can't believe I could have killed my son. I feel horrible. I can't let it go, and right now can't forgive myself.
I don't know how it happened, but it did. Some how he took a bite that was just the right size to choke him. He started vomiting. I didn't know what to do. I have had CPR classes, and am CPR certified. Nothing I learned prepared me for what happened. I didn't expect anything that happened to actually happen. I didn't know he would vomit, and he definitely didn't grab at his throat. I guess that's only for adults. I held him forward so gravity could do it's job, but other than that I froze. I was so scared I couldn't do anything.
After he stopped vomiting we thought all was ok. He never stopped breathing. I was holding him close, and feeling really bad. Then I realized he wasn't fine at all. I yelled for my husband who put his finger down Christopher's throat and discovered something in the back. Unfortunately, all he did was push it further back. During all this time he was breathing fine. So I think it was just stuck in the back of his throat.
He eventually swallowed it, and was fine. I held him close for ever, feeling horrible. Afterward he was sore for a while, but back to his usual self after about 15 minutes of resting on Mommy's lap. Even though he is fine I still feel awful. I can't believe I could have killed my son. I feel horrible. I can't let it go, and right now can't forgive myself.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thank you stranger!
I was having a bad day. The day isn't over I meant to say, " I am having a bad day!"
I had to go to Wal-Mart, to make matters worse. I love the store, but don't like to go by myself with the kids just to get two things. That's no fun, and a lot of work for nothing. However, we needed both milk and formula.
It took me 15-20 minutes in the parking lot before I even got into the store. I had to feed Christopher who decided he was going to start screaming. I think he just wanted out of his car seat, he hates it! So I tried to feed him. He only ate 1 1/2 oz. Then I changed his diaper. Then I put him in the wrap in wear, set up as a front carrier. It does 15 carries, and I absolutely love it. I just wish it were a little easier to wrap. You know it could wrap itself, then it would be perfect.
There was a cart next to our car, but a store employee wanted to look busy while he flirted with some girl so he took it. Thank YOU, for nothing! I grabbed Evie who at this point desperately wanted out of her car seat as well. Now with my son strapped to me, my daughter on my hip, and my bag over my shoulder we headed in the store. Thankfully, my parking spot was close. That was at least 40 lbs with just the kids, and I'm sure the bag is close to 20 too!
In the store I start to look at things I want to buy, but don't have the money for right now. Then Evie signs she is "all done", and oops it is hot in here. Carrying a 20lb baby turns up the heat fast. So I have to hurry get the stuff and go.
Having a child in a front carrier is a blessing and a curse. It keeps them busy and happy. Unfortunately, you can't see their face. Therefore you have no idea what is going on. We head for the check out counter and I am placing items on the counter. When a man walking by says, "Excuse me I think that's your binkie"! At first I was confused. Then I looked a few feet behind us, and sure enough my son had spit out his binkie. I wanted to hug the guy to say, "Thank you!" That binkie is worth more than its weight in gold to me. Especially in a few minutes on the way home when Christopher will decide he has had enough.
My excessive gratitude stems from the fact that this man walking by noticed and told me this when no one else did. Despite there being countless others in the area and no one else noticed or bothered to say something! In fact the binkie was just inches away from one woman's feet. So thank you for just noticing and speaking up. I appreciate it!
Today it is sad, but often we are to self absorbed to notice anyone else. Other times we notice, but for what ever reason choose to say nothing! It is ok to be nice! Try it, I dare you!
I had to go to Wal-Mart, to make matters worse. I love the store, but don't like to go by myself with the kids just to get two things. That's no fun, and a lot of work for nothing. However, we needed both milk and formula.
It took me 15-20 minutes in the parking lot before I even got into the store. I had to feed Christopher who decided he was going to start screaming. I think he just wanted out of his car seat, he hates it! So I tried to feed him. He only ate 1 1/2 oz. Then I changed his diaper. Then I put him in the wrap in wear, set up as a front carrier. It does 15 carries, and I absolutely love it. I just wish it were a little easier to wrap. You know it could wrap itself, then it would be perfect.
There was a cart next to our car, but a store employee wanted to look busy while he flirted with some girl so he took it. Thank YOU, for nothing! I grabbed Evie who at this point desperately wanted out of her car seat as well. Now with my son strapped to me, my daughter on my hip, and my bag over my shoulder we headed in the store. Thankfully, my parking spot was close. That was at least 40 lbs with just the kids, and I'm sure the bag is close to 20 too!
In the store I start to look at things I want to buy, but don't have the money for right now. Then Evie signs she is "all done", and oops it is hot in here. Carrying a 20lb baby turns up the heat fast. So I have to hurry get the stuff and go.
Having a child in a front carrier is a blessing and a curse. It keeps them busy and happy. Unfortunately, you can't see their face. Therefore you have no idea what is going on. We head for the check out counter and I am placing items on the counter. When a man walking by says, "Excuse me I think that's your binkie"! At first I was confused. Then I looked a few feet behind us, and sure enough my son had spit out his binkie. I wanted to hug the guy to say, "Thank you!" That binkie is worth more than its weight in gold to me. Especially in a few minutes on the way home when Christopher will decide he has had enough.
My excessive gratitude stems from the fact that this man walking by noticed and told me this when no one else did. Despite there being countless others in the area and no one else noticed or bothered to say something! In fact the binkie was just inches away from one woman's feet. So thank you for just noticing and speaking up. I appreciate it!
Today it is sad, but often we are to self absorbed to notice anyone else. Other times we notice, but for what ever reason choose to say nothing! It is ok to be nice! Try it, I dare you!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Help Please!
I don't know what has happened to people today. It is as if offering to help someone has become a crime. I'm talking about any kind of help from opening the door, driving courteously, and what ever else you can think of. I know that with my two kids there are many times that I look like I need help, because often I do. It is really hard to do simple things like open doors when you are pushing a double stroller. Most times people don't even open doors for me. In fact I have held open doors for a lot of people who don't mind pushing by me and my two kids.
Fitting a double stroller in an elevator is hard to. I once had a lady move in front of me and stand as we waited for the elevator. I think she didn't think we would fit, and wanted to make sure she would get in. We had been waiting for the elevator for a while because we were on the top floor. When the elevator came I finally said, "We will all fit if you let us get in first." That way I could push the stroller up against the wall and not other people. I just can't believe how rude people are.
Due to the fact that my husband works nights I am often left to do the grocery shopping by myself. Or at least I am the only adult. Shopping carts are designed for one kid only. Even some of the newer ones that hold more than one kid are not baby friendly. I carry my youngest in a front carrier and my oldest goes into the cart. It is very hard to maneuver this way. Try bending down to pick up something with 20 lbs strapped to your chest. Yikes! And it is next to impossible to pick up anything heavy like a case of bottled water or pop. Do you think anyone offers to help! No.
I don't know what is wrong with people. You don't have to carry the kids, change their diapers, or buy my groceries, but would it hurt to be polite and hold the door?
Fitting a double stroller in an elevator is hard to. I once had a lady move in front of me and stand as we waited for the elevator. I think she didn't think we would fit, and wanted to make sure she would get in. We had been waiting for the elevator for a while because we were on the top floor. When the elevator came I finally said, "We will all fit if you let us get in first." That way I could push the stroller up against the wall and not other people. I just can't believe how rude people are.
Due to the fact that my husband works nights I am often left to do the grocery shopping by myself. Or at least I am the only adult. Shopping carts are designed for one kid only. Even some of the newer ones that hold more than one kid are not baby friendly. I carry my youngest in a front carrier and my oldest goes into the cart. It is very hard to maneuver this way. Try bending down to pick up something with 20 lbs strapped to your chest. Yikes! And it is next to impossible to pick up anything heavy like a case of bottled water or pop. Do you think anyone offers to help! No.
I don't know what is wrong with people. You don't have to carry the kids, change their diapers, or buy my groceries, but would it hurt to be polite and hold the door?
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